The white mark allowed for a manual RPM check on this big steel flywheel on the ground floor. Note how dark the bottom level of the mills is—that’s because all of the equipment is blocking out the light.
In its last years, the church had a congregation of only about 100. It opened with 1.700…
The common rooms bulge out of the institutional geometry of the wards.
Inside the circa-1906 Gustavson House of Animas Forks. I love the texture of the walls in all of the buildings inside of the old miner’s houses.
A closeup of one of the winding machines that found itself under a leaky section of roof.
The stage of the theatre still holds hymnals and other vestiges of its time as a church.
In the ward for the criminally insane, this door was the most-worn. Nail scratches mark the area around the peep hole, the wood is gouged everywhere from thrown chairs and hard kicks, and a ominous blood-colored stain is visible where it dripped in the second inset from the bottom. Aside from the damage, the coloring in this section was very vibrant, though it was probably little reprieve for those who had to work here.
In an old ward, two men would have shared this room.
Wind blew taconite dust against the walls of these suspended control room, making even the glass appear to rust.